It’s breathtakingly beautiful.
It’s such an open space for twirling and dancing.
The voided expanse sought after you only to wrap you in fine linen.
The embrace is powerful and alarming.
Open and disengaging.
Allowing it to fill you up in a way that nothing else has or ever will.
The void is your safe space; your comfort if you will.
Here in this space you can’t be hurt or disappointed;
A bond that was never formed can never be broken.
Care and concern that was never experienced but only anticipated damages the heart.
The void heals the heart,
Cares for the emotion, and chips away the faulty fragments of hope.
Hope kills.
Expectation maims
Living is more than pining and hoping for anything but voidless contact.
Take it in as it courses through you.
Accept your faith, as deep down you are willing that someone will think you are worth the trouble to break the void and rescue you.
Saunter into the darkness, its overwhelming peak adores your being.
‘Help!’ faintly rest on your lips as you fade into the nothing of what is.
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